Editing Arrivederci (section)

== CHAPTER 2: A Change in Perspective ==
Have they been following the queen ever since she came back? …Yes. Is that morally wrong? Not in their case, no. They were known as “The Royal Four”, although none of them were of royal bloodline. You had Raymon, the lead knight, Zaion, the queen’s advisor, Saurmont, the castle creator, and Treyon, the jester. They had watched over the queen when she returned, Zaion the most. He and the queen had been close when she was still here, so he was literally hovering over her with every step she took. Saurmont had tried to talk to her, but it seemed she couldn’t see them. Seems fitting for the four ghosts.

Ah, yes, the four of them were ghosts. There had been more, but everyone else had eventually moved on. These four stayed, though. They had developed a brother-like bond, and they weren’t willing to give that up quite yet.

They followed her as soon as she stepped into the palace walls, never once leaving her side. They had started to panic when the rumbling noise started, just as much as she did.

“ZAION! WHAT’S GOING ON?!” Raymon called out to the advisor.

“THE STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY OF THE REMAINING PEICE-”

“ENGLISH, ZAION!!” Treyon shouted. The three of them didn’t always understand what he said. Plus, it’s not like they had time to decode what he was saying!

“SIGH, THE CEILING IS GOING TO FALL ON HER.”

“WHAT?!” The three of them exclaimed, looking back to the peice of ceiling that was just about to break.

“RAYMON’S GOT THIS!” They watched as the ceiling finally broke and the queen stood staring up at it, parylized in fear. Just before the piece hit the queen, Raymon ran at it and punched it out of the  way, a thing he wouldn’t have been able to do, were he still alive. Treyon let out a high pitched whistle.

“I’ll never get bored of seeing you do that.”

“I’m so painting that when I get the chance!” Saurmont exclaimed. He was practically vibrating with excitement. 

“Hello?” The queen called out. All attention turned to her. She was still standing where the ceiling was about to fall on her. They all exchanged glances.

“Is someone here?” The queen glanced around, her eyes just briefly passing where the four were standing. Raymon sucked in a breath and walked over to her.

“Your majesty, I-” He kneeled and started to talk, but was cut off by the queen’s frantic calling.

“Please come out! I’m not going to hurt you, I promise!” Raymon’s face fell. Treyon placed a hand on his shoulder.

“She can’t hear or see us, bud.”

Zaion sighed and watched as the queen walked over to the thrones, following behind her. Such fine pieces of furniture, if you asked him. Made out of pure gold from the mines of Drebgoh, fitted with the finest fabric one could hope to procure, simply existing was a marvel in and of itself. He watched as the queen lowered herself onto her throne. He walked right in front of her, and for a moment, it seemed like she was looking straight at him. But, alas, her eyes weren’t following her movements, and it seemed that a glaze had come over her eyes.

“How peculiar…” He muttered to himself. The queen got up and started heading to the king and queen’s quarters.

“Guys, she’s moving! Let’s go!” Treyon seemed to be the only other one that noticed, and Zaion was glad. He never really liked being the center of attention. He followed Treyon, with Saurmont behind him and Raymon picking up the rear. 

The queen stopped in front of the king’s door. She seemed nervous to enter the room, her hand hesitating in reaching out to the handle. She eventually opened the door, letting out a small gasp as she looked inside. Zaion followed her as she walked inside. She stopped when she noticed Saurmont’s paintings. Saurmont walked inside and let out a little squeal of delight when he noticed the queen was looking at his art.

“I’m so glad she likes it! It took me forever to paint them, and even longer to preserve them!” Zaion patted his head.

“You did great with both things.”

“Thanks, Zaion!” Saurmont beamed wide. The queen walked past (more like through) them, so they turned and followed behind her. Zaion was probably the most nervous for the next room. He had spent a long time trying to preserve the queen’s room for when she finally arrived.

Saurmont took the lead, followed by Treyon and Raymon, Zaion following at the rear this time. He watched as the queen walked into the room, followed by the other three. He held back a little bit. He was nervous, as he was the one who awaited the queen’s return the most. He and the queen were the closest when she was here, so when she left, he was devastated. He didn’t even know why she left. He figured he would ask her if he ever got the opportunity to.

He sighed and started walking towards her room, taking slow and careful steps. It took him back to the days when she was here, when she’d call him to her quarters just to hang out. They’d solve puzzles, chat, sometimes draw (she was better at it than he was). He reminisced over days that were long gone, over days he longed to have back.

He felt a tug. Not on his person, not like Saurmont was trying to drag him into the room, no, this one was different. He kept walking and the tug got tighter. It was in his chest area. He kept walking, slightly picking up the pace and walking into the room, when he realized the tug was around his heart. He stopped and looked at the queen, glancing around her room (that he had managed to preserve) and his heart welled up with joy. Oh, how much he missed seeing her.

He walked towards her and the tug yanked one final time.

“You like the room, I see?”

He tugged back.